He’s got one guitar slinged on his shoulder
Over a finely cut shirt in bright blue
He smiles a youthful innocence
With a panting desire for truth
The beautiful singer
Bringing me back to my heart
The beautiful singer
Brings us back home
The road he takes winds its way to the east
And boys to men fall under his spell
Does he gets everything he wants
Because I just can’t seem to tell
Sunday morning has got a charm
On the dining table or sprawled on the living room floor
The feeling passes
Saturday evening comes to dusk
On couches, naive hearts under fluorescent lights
The feeling crosses
The beautiful singer
Bringing me back to my heart
The beautiful singer
Brings us back home
He runs in the cold winter snow
Nothing but thoughts of impending doom
Not knowing how to stop himself
From pills and chills, the future is waiting
The beautiful singer
Bringing me back to my heart
The beautiful singer
Brings us back home
The feeling of home
Let’s all come home
10/13/06